Having been coughing again, Pyro caught him off-guard, forcing the mask over his head and tying it before he could fight back. Not fitted for his long face, it blocked his vision as he struggled with it, trying to get it off. While he remained trapped in it, he got it adjusted to where he could see, only to spot her heading further into the fiery madness.
Against his better judgment and her demands, he followed her, shoving down survival instinct as something else entirely drove him, compelled him. Desperation mingled with concern in his chest as he reached for her- a window shattered as he passed a building, flames lapping against his arm briefly, glass cutting him, pieces embedding themselves into his skin. He ignored the injuries, all his focus on her.
(I don't want any other girls,) he said, voice muffled from the mask. He put a hand on her shoulder. (Just you. How many times do I have to say that for you to get it?)
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Date: 2012-04-30 08:11 am (UTC)Against his better judgment and her demands, he followed her, shoving down survival instinct as something else entirely drove him, compelled him. Desperation mingled with concern in his chest as he reached for her- a window shattered as he passed a building, flames lapping against his arm briefly, glass cutting him, pieces embedding themselves into his skin. He ignored the injuries, all his focus on her.
(I don't want any other girls,) he said, voice muffled from the mask. He put a hand on her shoulder. (Just you. How many times do I have to say that for you to get it?)